If I didn’t have enough to brag about in my life, let’s add this. My wife hates Valentine’s Day almost as much as I do. If you need a holiday to tell the significant other in your life that “you care”, then maybe, just maybe, you aren’t in a healthy relationship.
Seriously, has there ever been a more contrived “buy shit you don’t need for that special someone” holiday? It is as if Hallmark, DeBeers, and FTD all got together and said “How can we milk these suckers for even more dough?” Toss in a healthy smattering of materialistic women (commonly referred to as “bitches and hoes” in many popular forms of musical entertainment) who look at this day as another excuse to cajole the men in their lives to buy them shit in exchange for continued affection (Isn’t that called prostitution in some jurisdictions?) and you have Valentine’s Day.
In fact, the Catholic Church itself isn’t quite sure which St. Valentine they’re celebrating on this day. It certainly has nothing to do with “the patron saint of lovers”. That would be an invention of Geoffrey Chaucer.
How did my wife and I spend today? We took the car in for an oil change, got haircuts, and no… not in some fancy salon. Crazy Dave’s, for those of you in the Atlanta area, is just about right. They do better work than the “SuperCuts” places out there, but aren’t full of snotty and preening metrosexuals like the top-end joints. There is definitely a market for places that cut hair but don’t suck all of the testosterone out of you in the process. Oh, and after that, we came home and took a nap.
Reminds me of what my dad said to me when I told him that Kathy and I would be getting married on April 15th. (Tax day, for those of you not in the US)
“Real fuckin’ romantic, junior…”
Maybe not, but I have a stable, successful, and happy relationship with my wife. How YOU doin’, Don Juan?
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